© Wagaung By the old Moulmein Pagoda, Lookin' eastward to the sea, There's a Burma girl a-settin', And I know she thinks o' me Less than a fortnight ago, I found myself on Kipling 's fabled road to Mandalay . Hubby and I had landed at Mandalay International Airport , about an hour's drive from Mandalay proper - "international" being a mildly amusing misnomer as the only planes which fly in and out of this white elephant come from within Burma itself, apart from the occasional flight to Kunming . © Wagaung The journey to the centre of town is a joy - noisy, dusty, beautiful and bumpy with all manner of picturesque traffic like sidecar rickshaws, scooters and beasts of burden. I love Yangon with all my heart, yet it's not till I get to Mandalay that I feel that I've truly come home. But that's all shove be'ind me -- long ago an' fur away, An' there ain't no 'busses runnin' from the Bank to Mandalay; An' I'm...
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